Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1887-08-25
Jim IOullller's Mistake.

There were only two seats in the car,
and at Pankebap station two persons
came in to fill them. One Of these was
an old man with iron-gray hair, part
ly covered by u slouched felt hat, and
clad in Il new suit of gray stuff that
seemed to have been made for some
one else With him was q young and
pretty girl. The observer would set
down the two for n wcli-to,d do farmer
and his daughter. The man looked
around. The two vacant seats were Oh
opposite sides. In one sat young,
well dressed, self-satlsGel sprig, the
space at his side occupied by a hand
bag of crocodile leather and spring
overcoat In the other was another
young man, less styllshly dressed. The
farmer looked around, and, motioning,
his daughter to the vacant seat sald -
"There's place for you, Lucy Then
turning, to the young man with the
satchel, he asked: Seat engaged ?''
The young man looked up, curlcd his
lip and said "Man to fill it'll be here
presently
'Ah J said the farmer, cooley remov.
ing the gripsack and overcoat, and plac.
ing them on the young mans lap =
then III occupy it until he comes
He seated himself accordingly, while
the young man glared at him.
The one on the other side looked
amused and then, rising, said: You
had better exchange seats with me, SIT.
so that the young lady and yourself
will be together
Thank YOU was the farmers reply.
The exchange WAS made.
The two young men We're evidently
acquainted !; for the courteous one said
to the other, in a low voice: Jim PoUl-
der, you made mistake there
i never make mistakes, Frank Boil
ing
The first speaker said nothing more,
but, drawing a newspaper from his
pocket, ran his eye over its columns.
Poulder yawncd little, and at last
said; This is too dull for yours faith
fully, James Pouller. I'll so into the
smoking car. and take Whit.
When he had gone, the old man lean
ed over the arm of his seat toward Boil
ling.
Excuse me, sir, but didn't your
friend say his name was James Pould-
er?'
That is hia name, replied the young
man; but he is not exactly Il friend of
mine, though weIivc in the same place.
May l inquire where he is from "
Yes, sir Carcysburg.
Son of Peter b. Poulucr, the pork
packer there, isn't he :
yes, sir.
Ills father should deal with him. 1t
would be in his line
'Oh, papa | said rrproach'ul voice.
1T ls fact, Lucy.
The old man entered into convcrsa-
ton with the younger and soon learn
that Frank Boiling had been engaged
for some time in the study of the law,
but that his father having met with re-
verses, and having two younger daugh-
ters to educate, the young man set out
to support himself, abandoning his law
studies, and taking a situation as sales
man at country store in Gritlton.
My place is within mile of Gri'l-
ton. SAID the old man. I wonder if he
remembers his old chum ,hcrc-one
George Carter.
yes, sir; I've heard him speak Of him
often, though the two have drllted
apart Judge Carter, you mean. He
lives at Gritlton. Do you know him =
After fashion
4 am told, resumed the young man,
that he has left the bench, and, though
quite wealthy, has gone back to the
bur. | have Il letter for him which my
father, recalling youthful friendship,
insisted on giving me but I shall not
present it.
'Why not He might be ot service.